"Luo Qian is gentle and calm. He is not as reckless as you. No matter how hot Lao Jun's alchemy furnace is, he can even hurt himself if he sticks to it."
"This is not what I want!" Qianhua struggled to defend herself, and Mo Yunye's fingertips accidentally scratched her wound. Although Qianhua herself was restless, Mo Yunye's guilt and heartache were still there. "I'm sorry, Qianhua..." was evident on his lost calm face.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. I was careless, so you don't have to take it to heart." Luo Qianhua was very considerate at the moment, but she didn't want to let go of Mo Yunye. She was afraid that Qianhua's wound would sting unbearably. Perhaps he was addicted to alcohol again. That night, he refused to leave Qianhua's room and had to stay vigil on the couch next to her bed.
Qianhua felt so sorry that she let the majestic Heavenly King sleep with her. Wasn't it a heinous crime
As a result, Qianhua tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and did not dare to move arbitrarily, so she had to stiffen her limbs and steady her breathing, so that Mo Yunye, who was accompanying her, could feel at ease.
Until midnight, Qianhua still pretended to be asleep, but Mo Yunye finally fell down from exhaustion, and fell asleep leaning on the soft couch, but kept mumbling: "I'm sorry, Luo Qian..."
It's "I'm sorry, Luo Qian", not "I'm sorry, Qianhua"!
As a result, Luo Qianhua couldn't sleep all night, and it wasn't until dawn that she fell asleep with tears in her eyes...
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"I wish you, the ghost king, a jade tree in the wind, a graceful look, great benevolence, and a long-lasting reputation!"
In the Ghost Palace of the Ghost Realm, a fawning ghost howl resounded throughout the nine heavens and all the way down to the Eighteen Purgatory, making the lonely ghosts within a hundred miles extremely excited. They thought that under the wise leadership of the Ghost Lord, they would be able to Being a ghost forever, free and easy, the future is bright and broad.
But at that time, Ghost Lord Hange was really not optimistic about his bright future. He was sitting cross-legged on the skeleton chair in the dark ghost palace with his head and tail shrunk, and his expression was all dark and dark.
"Why is Guijun looking so sad!"
"Guijun is in a bad mood..."
"Why is Guijun in such a bad mood?"
Hunmu, Yansi, and Huanlansha were all different, but it only made Hange more depressed. His head was buried in his arms, and he looked unkempt and didn't want to see anyone.
"Could it be that Mr. Ghost is trapped by love?"
"But I don't know if I have three thousand black hairs, which one does Ghost Lord have?"
"If there's anything you're not happy about, why don't you tell it to make everyone happy?"
So Hunmu, Yansi, and Huanlansha continued to encourage Han Ge to eliminate certain rebellious people from the ghost world without any regard for consequences.
Sure enough, Hange lived up to his high expectations, raised his head and asked in a hateful voice: "Do you want to rebel?"
"Don't you dare, the ghost king has a jade tree in the wind, is graceful and graceful, and will be famous for generations to come!" There was a burst of cheers, and the ability of the three little ghosts to adapt to the wind was evident.
So Hange also gave in, holding his head and sobbing: "I miss Huahua so much!"
"Ghost Lord turns out to be poisoned by love!"
"Among the hundreds of poisons, the poison of love is the most difficult to cure. Lord Ghost, please show me your condolences and obey the destiny..."
"According to your size!" Huan Lansha, in the spirit of a newborn calf not afraid of tigers, overturned the pessimistic judgments of Hun Mu and Yan Si with a roar. She picked up Han Ge and made a speech that moved the world: "Is it possible that the ghost king Are you just giving up? If you like thorn balls, go for it! It’s useless to sit here and have unrequited love!” (To be continued)